You know that myth about having your picture taken? With every new picture, you lose some of your soul? If that's true, what the heck does an X-RAY do to you?
...And there's a lot of them here at the Institute. Some of them look too big to be of kids, so I'm assuming they're adults. But of what? They could be of experiments like us, or they could be of Erasers. (And I really hope it's not the latter.) Scary.
Unbelievable! We have been going in and out of the Institute for days. Being chased by Erasers, fighting with Erasers and trying not to get killed by ERASERS! So, we chill in the park for a few minutes...What do we find?
Scary, but true...fresh Eraser skull with nice little strips of rotting meat and fur. Gross.
I'd like to tell you I killed it, but I can't take credit for that. As you probably know from Max’s book, these bad boys die young – all by themselves. Just like a carton of milk: They just EXPIRE.
I don't know what happened to the rest of him though...Gazzy and Nudge want to keep it. Great. Stinky dead Eraser Head souvenirs!
...Or so I thought on page 294 in the BOOK! Fang's been posting all of our weird findings from our Institute break-ins, we're constantly on the run, and then THIS.
I was looking around on the Max Ride message board when I found this post: Max Ride Movie: Coming Soon.
Excuse me for a second...
Our lives are being made into a movie and I was the last to know!?!
Let's think about this logically, movie people. We have no place to live, we have almost zero dollars to our name, we're constantly on the run from these bloodthirsty man-wolf mutants who are trying to kill us, and yet you guys seem to think that this is PERFECT for a movie. Clearly, you're delusional.
Oh, and I want a cut of the profits so I can buy us all some clothes, food, a toy perhaps...oh and of course, the perfect chocolate chip cookie.
P.S. I wonder who's gonna play Fang? Hmmm.
. . .I wonder who's gonna play ME!?!
This information from The Institute was never meant to be seen by outsiders, especially by their own creations: Us.
Some of it is scary, some of it is just plain weird. I don't really know what most of it means and I'm hoping that someone somewhere can help us put these puzzle pieces together so we can finally learn the truth about who we are.
We stole these "CLASSIFIED" files. I had NO idea of even where to begin - it's just a bunch of numbers and letters. I thought only the math geeks of the world could appreciate this kind of stuff. All it did was give me a headache. Then, I zoomed in with the camera and took this shot:
Look! It says ANGEL195TY548. Maybe the other "subjects" are the rest of us? The first initial does match our names...maybe they're experiments outside of our flock?
The stuff we find keeps getting weirder and weirder...
We've officially begun what we're sarcastically calling 'phase one' of our plan: Successfully breaking into the Institute for Higher Living. In fact, we've been breaking in over the past few days, stealing as much evidence as we can get our hands on. We need to know the truth and nothing's going to stop us.
Our little recon missions have not been easy, though. (They make it look so simple in the movies!) The erasers are hot on our trail again, our hide-outs have been trashed, and a few of us have needed some medical attention--and you know I dread going to the hospital. (Nudge is becoming quite the doctor! We call her "Nudge, MD.")
Some of the information we found can't be put on the Blog, some we can. (It's for YOUR safety, too.) So, get your friends and gather around, cause there's going to be some creepy stuff posted in the next few days. You'll never believe it...
Wish us luck,
Fang
I woke up really really early because Max was having a really bad dream, and talking to herself in the middle of the night. Everyone else seemed to sleep right through it, but it was so unreal. It seemed like I was right there in the dream with her...probably because I had been in REAL LIFE. She kept yelling out Angel's name, and mumbling to herself that she needed to keep going. "Don't stop. Get up," she said repeatedly.
I could see in my own head the play-by-play of what was going on in her nightmare. Erasers grabbing Nudge's hands and feet and tossing her like a rag doll, laying crumpled at the base of a tree in a bed of pine needles. Iggy unconscious on the floor, his one eye swollen shut. The salty taste of blood collecting in my mouth. Everyone was going down like flies, but she kept persevering.
And Angel...her tiny little Angel, crying out for Max, high-pitched and terrified. We watched helplessly as she was scooped up by three Erasers and stuffed into a bag. There was nothing she, or I, or anyone could do.
This is what I saw:
This is the building we've been trying to get back into to steal more files. 433 East Thirty-first Street. The answers I need are almost within reach; I just need to grab them. But I'm, let's say, not jumpin' for joy at the prospect of going back in there.
That stupid building contains all the information I'll ever need. Nudge was able to dig up clues for the rest of the flock, but I'm still in the dark here. Was I ever normal? Do I have parents? What is the truth? And, better still...can I handle it?
It's so ironic that we are trying to get back into a place that totally skeeves us out. The smells, the sounds, the sights - nothing I want to relive again, but with the rest of the flock with me, we can take on anything together.
Pictures are worth a thousand words, but I think I did a pretty good job of describing it on page 309, don't you?
Oh, man! Anthony got voted off Idol this week!!! It's probably because he picked one of the same songs as The Gasman, I mean...uh...Carrie, and she's a hard person to beat. Which brings me to another theory. Psst!!! Come closer. Closer...
Simon Cowell? Totally could be an Eraser.
Think about it! You assume he's going to be mister polite British dude when it's his turn to comment, and then BAM!!! Mean streak comes out to taunt those poor singers! If we ever get back inside The Institute, I'm gonna make sure Nudge does a database search on THAT guy for sure. One thing's for sure, that guy is probably the one person who likes to wear black shirts more than ME. lol.
You know what I wish that weird voice in Max's head would tell her? Who's gonna win American Idol this season!!! Don't tell anyone (Yeah, right! This is a blog!), but I watch the show whenever I can. With only 4 contestants left, I don't have a clue. I was betting on Constantine before, but, man...You guys got it all wrong!!! He rocked.
Watching the Gasman singing along, sounding exactly like Carrie Underwood is pretty hysterical...Until he lives up to his name and stinks up the whole place. Oh-brother. Mimicking voices is too cool!
Maybe Angel can audition next season and make everyone vote for her with her mind? Hey! That ain't half-bad!!! That would be pretty awesome! ...And I could be the new Ryan Seacrest, but better 'cause I have wings. ;-)
Trying to find new places to hide out from Erasers is starting to become a challenge. With this stupid chip in my arm, I'm starting to feel like a GPS system. But, I figured, hey - where's the one place something like that wouldn't work? The good old NYC subway system.
Besides for that freak with the Mac (What was that kid's deal?!), he was the only one who seemed to pick up on its "signals" underground. I mean, come on. People can't even make a phone call down there without saying "Can you hear me now?" twenty times. It just may prove to be the perfect hideout for the flock to until I conjure up another plan to get back inside the Institute. I need more information. And soon.
Iggy my man! So smart, so sensitive. So amazing. It makes me really sad that he can't see this. But I couldn't leave him out you know! I love him.
Angel helped me with hers. It was weird because she just came up and started giving me little hearts all cut out and stuff. Sometimes I wonder if I've ever had an original idea or if it's all her!
I know you guys think we spend all our time flying around trying to escape the erasers and all. But we do get to do normal things sometimes. I've started to make collages for each kid in the flock. Nudge's was just too easy!
–Max
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